That horrible anxiety attack filled evening, where I must have been on drugs or something, because I thought I was ready to hang out with my ex and others. But then I remembered talking on a computer isn't the same as real life, and realized what the fucking shit was I thinking, and after almost starting to cry on multiple occasions, it's obvious I'm not the tiniest bit ready. And I won't be. For a long time.


..But of course I had to have put myself in the worst situation ever to figure that one out.